Cum, may I chr...christen your beautiful boots?”“You may cum slave”, she replied.With those words, Steve's cock exploded forth shooting load aft...r hot load of white cum upon the boots of his Mistress. His mind swam with rapture; his mouth was open but no sound came out, tiny beads of sweat breaking out of the pores of his forehead. He was lost in the moment and felt like he was in paradise. Releasing some slack on the leashes, Monique bent down and gently fondled Steve's hair and caressed his. I then turned back to my true soulmate in this timeline before I softly sang:“I won’t do that!No, No! I won’t do...”With just Sammy’s soft keyboards playing in the background, I then finished:“Anything for love,Oh, I would do anything for love.I would do anything for love,But I won’t do that,No, I won’t do that.”Lynette then stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck to plant a smoking hot kiss on my lips. When she stepped back, she moved over to Lisa and gave her a gentler kiss on. Well, she had a few years before she had to worry too much, but if she looked anything like Birgit, look out world. My sister was outgoing, aggressive, and liked to be in control. ‘Princess’ probably wasn’t quite right; ‘Queen’ was probably more accurate.She shut the door behind her. That wasn’t normal. Uh oh.“Steve, can I ask you a question?”I tentatively nodded and said “Sure.”“Why were there long blonde hairs on your towel? I didn’t use it.”She was blonde, but not the same shade as the owner. We’d been married over 10 years living together in Asia, but I'd been forced to move back to the US ahead of her to start work at the job transfer I'd accepted while she remained behind waiting for the US government to get their head out of their asses. It had already been a year since I'd moved and we were growing frustrated at the continued separation.“You must be really lonely!” Cristina said with an endearing tone. “Yeah, it really sucks,” I responded. “When was the last time you guys, you.